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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dust rises thick with grim, sweat drips from rims of drug-store eyes he wears to spy. A parting of the slats, which dangle by twin hooks This Moses at the sea will look, and count, to see who's home, who's come, who's gone Behind a brick façade, what makes one hide in a beehive's nest of shopworn lives? Where sorrow turns to peevish glue in a Hitchcock room that feeds his fear? Where wind says, "Come outside"! Should he pull the string, raise the blind maimed of grime and years? Then what? Then what? Slacken the cord to scan the scene? What if the wind asks, "Come outside" ? They come and go, come and go Who knows when or why they go Where do they go, where do they go, where do they go go go His breath escapes, from thin lips, pursed, against the glass. as if rehearsed His youth entombed by flocks of loss… Thoughts tossed, will rise, then bounce and drift, within the rift of fear and dread Webbed with soot, popcorn, and tunes of long-lost schemes, long lost dreams He watches those who never cross an empty hallway, disturb his peace with knocks, or bells, or locks or smiles Who never cross discord's threshold, hold a dish, lend a hand or take the chance to know such cold Wind whips the trees and claims his mind and yells again to come outside Sun's shaded by those leafless chances, slats that sever all the dreams of ever after… ……and the wind screams stay inside _____________________________________________________________________ For the contest: "Poe In Plath Style" Sponsored By July Morning 2/11/18
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